and the scraggly growth invading
my face, gray hasalso found a less than desired space

Yesterday, Azur, passed into
the destiny of

his next journey. I’ll miss his
dark blue sheen

and majestically large gossamer
fins

that would flair angelically through
the water.

His vanity well displayed, whenever
I would

walk by his glass enclosed kingdom. I'd callout "azur
azur" in a deep and soft voicehe would spiritedly flap his
fin wings, flyaround his temporary sea and through his underwater castle. On occasionI think I would
see him wink

and smile at me

The Gregorian calendar reminds
us

the earth has made an orbit
around

its designated Helio star. Other calendarssynchronized to lunar cycles, Spring equinoxor position of Venus. Most are convincedthis to be the
designated time for a‘new’ beginning
but my calendar

begins every moment that I am
cognizant

of my existence. When
tomorrow comes,

if it does, I shall appreciate that momentas the beginning of my new day with you

I say to you, my love ones now
residing

in the beyond, save me a space
where

I will come and take a place beside
you

but until then I shall live here
today

with a smile and with humble grace.I
shall love and hopefully it will be
returned;this being my new year’s
resolution

of two lovers sitting by the bank and sharing their palpitating
hearts

as their lives have together journeyed,
now octogenarians, they've come
back

to reminisce upon this place
where

their youthful bodies first met and touched

as I place the pencil onto this paperascribing the lifting of a sail upon a
mastto ride the swales and caps of tidesraised high trying to reach and touch the moon and stars the clouds by dayas the ocean winds take us on a
journey

gleaned in writ on page after page.and underneath the pencil and this pen, whilst woefully but intentionally, I dismiss the use of a punctuation period

Friday, December 6, 2013

We do not grieve of your departure
from this world. We celebrate that you shared so much of your soul for so many
years. You spoke the language that took a long while for so many to understand.
You inspired Martin Luther King to march to your and Gandhi’s mantra, that
being; liberty, justice and freedom through non violence.

You reawakened and opened the
door to the voice of those who had for so long been subjugated to the
dissonance of what is Humankind. Your body was incarcerated as a sacrifice yet your
spirit sang out between the iron bars and shackles telling the world of the
inequities in your village, your town your country. All began to listen and to dance
to your inspirational song. It led to our peaceful marches in the nineteen
sixties, thousands of miles, north where oppressors applied the same subjugation
and oppression.

This torch or banner of nonviolent revolution has been
carried by courage’s figures throughout the history of our world. In lieu of violence
and the synonymity with war, our world has believed that the only option to
change or kindler of revolution. The courage’s ones have provided us with another
option. They speak of how the mind and soul can be incited
into action by calling attention to inequities and disparities in the status quo through
mass awareness in voice vs the philosophy of violent elimination. This banner
has been carried by the likes of Jesus, Gandhi, Sister Theresa, Martin Luther
King and now, you. A common link to all of you courage’s figures is that all
were commoners when first carrying the banner and not self appointed leaders or
elected rulers. After serving humanity then they were given a title by their peers. One more
link is, a common notion, an issue that is understood by all, that being; the
application of fairness, kindness to all that share in this short lived world of
‘Ours’.

History will note that through your life you carried more
than just one banner but for many this one banner will be a personal one and in the forefront. Thank
you for carrying this torch and banner for us. Hopefully someday humankind will come
to its senses and eradicate the war mentality and its machines. There will be a realization that
change can be accomplished through voice and our willingness to listen to that
voice. Our short lived resources to develop a more livable world would be
better served. Rest in Peace, mi amigo!

Monday, November 18, 2013

It blew in angry from the ocean fronts just before a holidaypummeling the landscape with harrowing ocean windssplintering into tiny sticks and bricks all that stood in its waystrewn about are lost life long possessionsA wailing mother stands in tattered garb screaminga shrieking sound calling out a garbled nameher child’s tender and loving caress torn away from her bloodied out stretched empty handsHer muddied tears cover her face but not enough to shedthe anguish as the wind blows her tangled hair like Medusa’s snakes but hers rolled in mud and rain A little toddler holding her older sisters hand stands
nearbyin the dirty rain while parts of clothing blow in the windsome like banners blowing hanging from denuded branchesof alowly standing baron treeA comfort
couch and bed thrown atop a mangled carA stove in the middle of piled debris still with cooking wares inside where moments earlier it hadstarted warming turkey and ham and sweet potato pie It now sits with oven door dangling openin the middle of a swollen broken street

This lonely mother looking up at the dirty gray skytrying to negotiate with whom she worships

of this savage storm that cared little about lifethat's left her human heart broken and her love torn apartShe asks for answers with the divine grace of her deitywhy she’s left to wander in the havoc and this empty desertan unforgiving world who now seems to her cold and deadShe stands there all alone praying for forgiveness and
askingthat her god also take her for without her little one to
love and holdlife is no longer worth living in this emptinesswith no more faith and no more hope